Friday, April 30, 2010


The emerald expanse
was eager to dance
as the wind whipped around every blade,
provocative verve
compelled me to swerve
distracted when each figure swayed;
it seemed to behave
just like a wave
that laps back and forth at the shore
so I flipped up my frown
and decided to drown
in springtime’s spontaneous spoor.

Thursday, April 29, 2010


We fleshy machines
with limited means
are used till we start
to cost too many beans

and then we’re replaced
our numbers erased,
just tossed on a cart
consigned to the waste—

whatever’s begun
will never be done
unless there’s a heart
to make it all run.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


When tulips stretch
to kiss the sky
even a wretch
as low as I
can bask in the redemption drawing nigh

a fertile time
to try and sow
before the rime
encrusted snow
will force all fleeting structures to forego

the budding plots
that garnered gains—
they took their shots
but soon the reins
are handed to those that raze the remains.

Friday, April 23, 2010


Disciples of Darwin deny a God
while bangers belabor the path He trod
but what adaptation can we embrace
to purge the greed that stunts our race?

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


The giant grew weary (as larger types will)
it’s tiresome lugging so much up the hill
he found a new clucker (as meek as could be)
to mother the litter so he could be free
but she picked the foulest (as far as fowl go)
of harpies to keep her command in the know
and now all the beasties (as if they should care)
are planning to find a new kingdom somewhere.

Monday, April 19, 2010


The gooey amber curling strip
that hangs above my head
is filled with flies that used to zip
but now just lay there dead
and though I often gauge my grip
I’ve confidently said
that all our lives are just a blip
so why adhere to dread.

Thursday, April 15, 2010


Why bother today
there’s nothing to say
that anyone wants to hear anyway,
I’m tired and broke
my life is a joke
as stale as these verses I ever invoke
for no one has time
to reason or rhyme
they simply spew drivel and call it sublime
this culture of haste
of copy and paste
succumbs to the flavor, forsaking all taste.

Sunday, April 11, 2010


At least it passed without much fuss
as if there should be any
I had my loving family plus
some friends (though not too many)

we gobbled cake and frozen stuff
(the standard celebration)
my mumbled thanks were rather gruff
and onward went creation.

Friday, April 09, 2010


I can’t believe I go through this
just to get my nuts
I’d rather be a bum whose bliss
is scoring half-smoked butts
than pray I never feel the kiss
of shock absorbing struts.

Thursday, April 08, 2010


His pleasant murmurs couldn’t erase
the amount of chagrin upon his face,
my litany of current ills
induced a bout of drastic chills
for all there was to aid my case
were stronger pain relieving pills.

Why are we made from hapless clay
condemned to face that fateful day
when faculties begin to fail
and even simple joys turn stale
regardless if we curse or pray
or curl up in a ball and wail?

“There’s nothing more that I can try
but pressure may be lessened by
an injection in the proper spot.”
I smiled and said “Let’s take a shot.”
we snickered so we wouldn’t cry
and leaving I said, “Thanks a lot.”

Tuesday, April 06, 2010


When words are used to willfully wipe
away the withering weight of woe
we gratefully grapple one less gripe
and gradually gracefully grow.